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Oh, she's no mystery. I can read her like a book. (one of those Fabio-on-the-cover bodice rippers)

What do I miss about her? Her laugh for one thing. It bubbles out of her, growing bigger and bigger as it wells up and finally explodes out of a face that often looks both surprised and delighted to be in on the joke.

I miss her easy companionship. I miss holding her hand and the swell of her hip under my hand as we walk together.

About Me

When I was seven I read somewhere that water is the universal solvent - so I've spent the better part of my life trying to disolve myself in it. In other words, I'm never happier than when I'm on, in, or underwater. it doesn't matter where; a lake, the ocean, my bathtub, or a large glass of water.